Ilove hunkering down inside, all cosy and warm while the rain pelts down outside. And this past winter has taken that love to another level for other reasons: just to hear water falling felt like such a relief after that long, dry, desperate summer.
There are things I find I just can’t do any more as a result of the drought. Sadly, reading for hours in a bath that you keep topping up with your toes is one of them. We stayed with friends recently, where there were no water restrictions. I dreamed about the bath I was going to have there for a long time… but once I was in it, I felt so guilty I couldn’t relax. And the idea of flushing a loo with clean water just seems utterly outrageous.
Has someone already invented a system that fills cisterns with shower water? If so, please send details! And if not, maybe a hugely inspiring woman – like our Women of the Future winners on page 65 this month – could do it in time for next year’s awards? Just saying.
The drought isn’t over, so I should be dreading the arrival of spring. But early the other morning when I opened the door to let the dogs out, there was that little hint of light in the sky and that little gust of warm air that meant spring was tiptoeing towards us, and it felt like I was breathing out again.
There’s something profound about the idea of renewal and new hope that spring brings with it: it’s like every time you have a new haircut (as a late-onset short-haired person, I’m still excited by that) or you buy a new pair of shoes, or Zuma exits stage left: suddenly, anything is possible. And I really believe it is – specially the latter. So that’s what I’ll be celebrating on Heritage Day this month: renewal. And possibilities…
Have a wonderful month, and an absolutely joyous spring!
Editor Suzy Brokensha